Wow, what do you know...
wait, no. I was going to say, What do you know, sometimes it pays to clean your desk, but then I remembered that I did not, in fact, find this paper while cleaning my desk.
OK. This paper is where I wrote down what is probably the most stream-of-consciousness discussion that I ever had, and as such, amuses me. In other words, it may make no sense to you, but I'll put it on anyway.
Daniel and I were talking about a guy who was at the '05 March for Life, who had spikes in his hair about a foot long. Seriously. It was frightening!
me: Andrew and I thought that you could get impaled on that guy's hair if you fell on it.
Daniel: *rolls eyes* No, hair couldn't kill anyone.
me: Uh... what are rhinos' tusks (I meant horns) made of? ... hair.
Daniel: Well, not all rhinos have horns. [Whatever kind] doesn't.
me: I never heard of it... I thought there were only two kinds, black and white.
Daniel: White?
me: Yeah, it was actually a mistranslation of the native word for wide -- they have really wide mouths.
David G: Wide mouths? What means wide mouth?
*we repeat*
David: *looking over at Andrew, who is being loud as usual* I bet "Andrew" means "wide mouth" in English!
me: Er... no, actually, it means Man of Strength.
David: What? (apparently he was a little deaf at the time)
me: *repeats*
Andrew: *hears us talking about him* What? In what language?
me: Andrew means Man of Strength in Greek.
Andrew: Oh, well then what's Samson mean? In what language?
me: I dunno... maybe it's related to Samuel?
Then we got on to the fact that Andrew's middle name is Scott, and started talking about how a German dude like him ended up with a name meaning Scottish!
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OK. So that was really random. It was just so funny how we kept hitting odd areas of knowledge that I had in one conversation!!
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Arhem. *me clearing throat*
UGHHHHH! Mom and I were out at several different stores tonight, and honestly the SONGS that get played!
me: I think these lyrics are offending my sense of innocence. =P
On the other hand, there is Nichole Nordeman's song Wide Eyed, which I was listening to today, and strikes me as a little too... er... it sounds like she could have written this bit about me.
When I met her in a bookstore
She was browsing on the first floor
Through a yoga magazine
And she told me in her past life
She was some plantation slave's wife
She had to figure out what that might mean
She believes the healing powers of her crystals
Can bring balance and new purpose to her life
Sounds nice
She left me wide eyed in disbelief and disillusion
I was tongue tied, drawn by my conclusions
So I turned and walked away
And laughed at what she had to say
Then casually dismissed her as a fraud
I forgot she was created in the image of my God
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And now, to round out my utter randomness tonight, we'll go for a few (a few?) Irish sayings.
As you slide down the banister of life,
May the splinters never point the wrong way.
I complained that I had no shoes
Until I met a man who had no feet.
It’s easy to be pleasant when life flows by like a song.
But the man worth while is the one who can smile
When everything goes dead wrong.
What is Irish diplomacy?
It’s the ability to tell a man to go to hell,
So that he will look forward to making the trip.
Ireland, sir, for good or evil,
No other place under Heaven.
And no man can touch its sod
Or breathe its air without becoming
Better or worse. (That told us a lot, right?)
There are only two kinds of people in the world, The Irish
And those who wish they were. (No, those aren't the two kinds -- the Scottish and those who wish they were!)
May you be poor in misfortune,
Rich in blessings,
Slow to make enemies,
And quick to make friends.
But rich or poor, quick or slow,
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.
May you have food and raiment,
A soft pillow for your head,
May you be forty years in heaven
Before the devil knows you’re dead.
May I see you grey
And combing your grandchildren’s hair.
May you have the hindsight to know where you've been
the foresight to know where you're going
and the insight to know when you're going too far.
And then, quite possibly my favorite of all...
May those who love us love us.
And those that don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn’t turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we’ll know them by their limping.
Goodnight!
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